A writer has to surprise himself to be worth reading.

How can we be strangers if we both believe in God?

Tomorrow the world is not the same as today, though God listens with the same ear.

Writers who can't invent stories often substitute style for narrative. They remind me of the painter who couldn't paint people, so he painted chairs.

Of course it would cost something, but he was an expert in cutting corners; and when there were no more corners left he would make circles rounder.

As long as a man stays alive he can't tell what chances will pop up next. But a dead man signs no checks.

In my dreams I ate and I ate my dreams.